WE HAVE GOT TO LEARN TO DISAGREE WITHOUT INSULTS…

BE BLESSTIFIED!

One of my greatest disappointments in growing up was realizing how much we really don’t. As a kid, I thought adults had it all together.

I’ve found that one of the areas in which some of us refuse to grow up is insulting one another.

There will always be at LEAST two sides to every issue, but most of the time there are many more. And, most of the time people are passionate about their opinion or position.

Politics

Wages

Business

Sports

Race

Relationships

Religion

The list goes on and on.

Of course, these opinions and positions will lead to disagreements. What’s important is that we learn to disagree without insults.

From social media, to demonstrations, to conference rooms, to private conversations…people allow their disagreement to be expressed with insults.

It’s natural to want to hurt someone back who’s hurt or insulted us, or someone we love, care about or…

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WHAT IS YOUR DESIRE ON THOSE WHO HATE YOU? (PSALM 118:7)…

BE BLESSTIFIED!

wp-1483884024953.jpgPsalm 118:7 (NKJV) 

The Lord is for me among those who help me; Therefore, I shall see my desire on those who hate me.


What does this reveal about us and what’s really in our hearts?


What’s the first thing you think about when you read, “I shall see my desire on those who hate me”?

How do you feel about those who hate you? Hurt you? Abused you? Mocked you? Embarrassed you? Who strives against you? Who works against you…right now! Today?

What is YOUR desire on those who hate you? Revenge? Hurt? Pain? Suffering? Death? Hell?


If we aren’t careful, we can get to the point that we don’t even want to see them saved.


What did God say?

Pray for them…

Feed them…

Do good to them…

Romans 12:17-21 (NKJV)

17 Repay no one evil for evil. Have regard for good things in the sight of all men. 18 

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Spiritual warfare

Don’t scramble to fight
against flesh and blood,
sword aimed at a throat
you see as no good.
Don’t use your shield
as a battering ram,
no lashing out at
what you can.
Your helmet, not to ram
them in the eyes,
don’t seek to wound them,
to elicit cries.
Your belt not used
to beat them down,
your breastplate not used to
smash to the ground.
Don’t use your shoes to
kick them hard-
still for the unseen,
be on your guard.

(Ephesians 6:12-18, NIV- For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place,and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for the Lord’s people.)

Tears in a Bottle

Tears of God’s saints through pressure and trial,
like the pearl in the compressing clam-
All of these pearls are put in a bottle,
living sacrifices to the great I AM.

(NIV Psalm 56:8-Record my misery; list my tears on your scroll — are they not in your record?)

Chasing

So many (the mighty)
chase the dollar,
others fame, the sage,
the scholar-
incomplete, and they
don’t know why;
sensations, to try to fly-
incomplete without you,
rotting and dying, all they do
until they find you.
Manic laughter, tears abound
and no one hears them
fall to the ground.

Abide in Me

The Pitcher can only pour
when it has its fill,
you need to receive want, to
do what you will.
Exercise your gifts
through God’s mighty arm-
With your armor activated,
He keeps you from harm.
Your soul in safe harbor with
passage of time,
abiding in Him,
your nourishing vine.

(NIV- John 15:4- Remain in me, as I also remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.)

For that which I would not do…

Magnesium wove through torso,
femur, neck-
tethered to the corpse, kept
my heart in check.
Oblivious to the oppressive weight,
one day I tried to be free;
struggled against those delicate-looking
chains,
that caused submission in me.
When I met Him, to be forgiven,
and pray,
his pierced hands were the strength
to free that day.
Now immersed in his death,
I walk with a choice,
I can choose to follow Him,
and lift up my voice.

(NIV, Romans 7:15- I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. 16 And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. 17 As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. 18 For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature.[a] For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. 19 For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. 20 Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it. 21 So I find this law at work: Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. 22 For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; 23 but I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me. 24 What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death? 25 Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!)

Romans 5:1

My works spin the wheel,
go nowhere,
filthy rags, no loving
care.
Go nowhere ’til Christ picks me up,
sets me on ground
to drink His cup.
Wear clothes He gives,
can talk to God;
offense all cleared,
given the nod-
For Kingdom entrance
the wedding feast,
contains me,
among the last and least.

How Wonderful are the Feet

I saw your bloody rivulets,
on feet that traveled the distance;
A message seared your heart,
you carried it’s weight and worth
on open lips.
Dirt-dusted,
bruises (in various stages of
healing),
feet free
with the Message that
unshackles others.

(Romans 10:15-NIV-And how can anyone preach unless they are sent? As it is written: “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!”)